butterfly
By kittymeow
sugar cubes crumble into fragments that tumble and fall within the smile of a butterfly is as rare as mine the green of the grass seems to dull with time forget slip forward onto silvery horizons Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 01:47 PM PST 10 • 0
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"sugar cubes crumble into fragments that tumble and fall within..."